I Told Dread Poem by Naveed Akram

I told him dreadful lives on the move,
Squandering peace and living crimes,
Far-reaching lusts that disfigured the world.
I told him to shoot the agony of a man,
Always in conflict that resides in the heart.
The homes of a thought have been founded,
Due to the races and the sessions of play,
The mansion of a muddled minute community
Is at work due to goodness and sunny times.

The sun is afloat dying in its bottomless chasm,
I told it to reach into him, tell him to dissolve,
Then the mansion was a sent affair,
Then the senses of a floating city were gifts,
Like the awe of a century and decade.